TERRIFYING

When you look and think about what you’re looking at,

Don’t think about one person, because really this person is many, 

My failed personalities, and inside I change, 

Inside I play all the melodies in my mind I’ve learnt, 

And I never stop, this cycle continues on and on, 

And though for now it’s beautiful, fun even, it’s terrifying,

To know that a cycle must end and yet never know at what moment it will stop spinning. 

And here I am, winter descent, looking at these beautiful towers of sparkling white lights. 

And it should be enough, dear Lord, that I can say and feel what I want and know it is right and true.   

To find a stranger, to embrace their kindness, is enough to know hope is in this world where I am so sad, so very sad.